Nets Poem by Sayed Gouda

Nets



Every morning,
I cast my nets into the river.

Every evening,
I collect them.

I return to my hut,
carrying the smell of water.

I return to my hut,
dreaming of fish!

7 April 2006

Sunday, December 9, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: april,fish,river
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